Nature is a haunted house--but Art--is a house that tries to be haunted.

Somewhere in my soul a thought went up in my mind today that I have had before, but did not finish, some way back, I could not fix the year. Nor where it went, nor why it came the second time to me, nor definetly what it was, have I the art to say. But somewhere in my soul, I know I've met the thing before; it just reminded me-' twas all'-and came my way no more.

My best Acquaintances are those With Whom I spoke no Word

I wonder if it hurts to live, And if they have to try, And whether, could they choose between, They would not rather die.

Sunrise: day's great progenitor.

I don't profess to be profound; but I do lay claim to common sense.

Good times are always mutual; that is what makes good times.